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... ant?
"Ha ha…"
The beautiful host smiled brightly. While laughing, she also put her hand into the purse beside her.
"Then..., director, what is this?"
"Bug?"
Seeing the little thing in Zhou Tao's hand, Sun Hao was a little surprised.
"Where did it come from?"
"In my car!"
"In your car?" Sun Hao frowned.
"Yes, in my car.
Do you still remember that we drank at Zhao Laoji's house in the early morning of the first day of the Lunar ...
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